Detective Oakley just has too much pride about who he dates. But it's just his luck that the one that would break all his rules would be the one and only Troye Sivan. One night of raw passion and Detective Oakley is doomed. Or is he? *The story is a sequel to Troyler Oneshot - Cuffed. This story can be read individually but it's always good to read Cuffed first, since it'll give you a better picture of the characters' dynamic with each other.*

This is when trouble comes knocking on Detective Oakley's door. Will he able to resist it? SMUT WARNING!!! This Oneshot consists purely of smut and has very little plot. If you're uncomfortable reading smut, don't bother to read this. If you're looking for a Troyler story, head over to my other Troyler AU. Read at your own risk. . . Don't say I didn't warn ya. . . . . Really.

Sequel to A Kellic Toy Story **SPOILER ALERT** After Rick's outbreak of rage, Kellin is turned into a toy. The tables have turned and now it's up to Vic to save Kellin, his best friend Tony, and the rest of ToyLand as Rick Grimes unravels.

Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan have been best friends ever since second grade, when Tyler asked Troye to be his valentine. Every following year they'd ended up as each others valentines, in some way or another. But both of these boys had real, unearthed feeling for each other, and being each other's valentine as a "friend" was not helping. With mutual hidden (and denied) crushes, will either of them ever pluck up the courage to ask the other out? (You know, not on valentines day?)

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**